(the title will make sense at the end, I promise. I have the last chapter
written.)
Chapter 5
Harry sighed heavily and began slowly walking down some stairs, hands in his pockets, and vaguely thinking about visiting Hagrid, when something caught his attention. He could hear some voices coming from a classroom nearby. As he drew nearer to the room he could just make out who they were although the voices were too muffled to hear what they were actually saying. The voices belonged to Malfoy and Cho. Harry sat down on the stone- flagged floor feeling faint all of a sudden. He leaned against the thick wall and sighed again. Why did life have to be so difficult? Why? He was sitting there in the middle of the quiet corridor for sometime, thinking things over in his head when something suddenly disrupted his thoughts. A scream. Someone was crying for help. And that someone was Cho. Harry scrambled up from his place on the floor and sprinted towards the door of the classroom. He ran at the door but it would not open. He quickly pulled out his wand. "Alohomora". The door sprang open and he dashed in to find Cho pinned against the opposite wall, and Malfoy - Malfoy was raising his fist for a fresh strike, his other hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries. Without stopping to think Harry raced towards Malfoy and grasped his fist when it was inches away from Cho's face. "What do you think you're doing?" demanded Harry, panting as he pulled Malfoy around to face him. "I was just teaching her a lesson for being unfaithful," replied Malfoy, his face contorted with fury. "Then let me teach you a lesson," said Harry quietly. "Never. NEVER hit a girl!" And as he shouted the last word his fist collided with the side of the Slytherin's face. Malfoy flew backwards and landed on the floor. Harry drew out his wand again and pointed it at Malfoy.
"Furnunculus!" yelled Harry. Malfoy rolled out of the way. "Densaugeo!" shouted Malfoy from the floor. The curse hit Harry and knocked him over. Angry red boils were springing up all over his face. Cho had slid down the wall and was now whimpering on the floor. Harry and Malfoy continued shooting various curses and hexes at each other, then - "Stupify!" The fighting stopped suddenly and the two boys fell to the floor with a dull thud. Cho was on her feet, shaking, with her wand in the air.
Harry opened his eyes and groaned. He was lying on his back and everything seemed to swirl around him. He blinked. The room gradually came into focus, and he realised he was in the Hospital Wing. He sat up with some difficulty and groped around for his glasses on the bedside table. He put them on and looked around. He saw Malfoy lying unconcious in a bed across from his own, and Cho was sitting in the bed next to him looking at him with concerned eyes. Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he noticed her gaze.
"Are you OK?" Harry said quietly. "Yes," she whispered and gave him a weak smile. Then, without warning she burst into tears. "Cho!" cried Harry in alarm. "Cho, cho. What's wrong?" Harry awkwardly climbed out of bed and hobbled over to sit next to Cho. He put a comforting arm around her and she started weeping into his chest. "Harry, thank you so much for saving me," she sobbed. "I was so scared, Harry. So scared". "It's OK, Cho. It's the least I could do. I couldn't just stand there and watch him hurt you". "It's because, because. It's because I... He thought I was paying you more attention than him," she stammered. "He always used to be so nice to me, Harry. Always. Even when I was going out with Cedric. I never understood why people kept saying he was horrible. I knew you didn't get on with him, but... I didn't know he could be so evil. I know now. He started hitting me and bullying me a couple of days ago. He never used his wand on me. Just hit me. Insulted me. Teased me... And all because of you..." "I'm sorry," said Harry. "What? Sorry for what?" said Cho lifting her head from his chest and looking up at him. "Everything. Malfoy's change of attitude. It was my fault". There was a short pause. "I didn't mean it like that. When I said it was all because of you. I wasn't blaming you for what happened". "But it was my fault," replied Harry miserably staring at the floor. "If you did anything, you made me realise that I was wrong. That he's a nasty piece of work. I don't know how he'll react but I'm splitting up with him". Harry smiled a little at this comment but it was soon whiped off his face as he remembered something. "Cedric," he said. "What?" "Cedric. That was my fault. If I hadn't told him to take the Cup with me, he wouldn't have been killed by Voldemort". Cho flinched and looked down at her feet. "It wasn't your fault, Harry," she murmured. She looked up at him. "You didn't mean for it to happen. It wasn't your fault". "I should have just taken the Cup when he told me to. I shouldn't have let him come with me". "Harry, you didn't know it was a Portkey. You had no idea. I'm not blaming you," said Cho gently. "You're not?" asked Harry slowly. He looked up from the floor. "No".
Harry could feel himself leaning towards Cho as if she were some kind of magnet. Before he knew what was happening he could feel Cho's soft lips against his as they shared their fist kiss. They pulled appart and looked into each other's eyes. They both blushed deeply. "I'm sorry," muttered Harry, tearing his eyes away from hers in embarrassment. He then felt Cho's hand on his face gently turning it to face hers. This time it was Cho who leaned in for their second kiss. Their arms slowly wrapped around each other as they continued their passionate kiss. Suddenly there was a loud bang behind them and they quickly pulled appart from each other and turned around.
Malfoy stood by his bed his wand raised. He had the coldest and meanest look on his face that neither of them had ever seen before. Before Harry could reach for his wand, a burst of light had shot at Malfoy from somewhere beside him, and he stared at Malfoy as he suddenly clutched his side and began laughing hysterically. He turned and look at Cho, stunned. Her face showed determination and triumph. Harry started giggling at the look on her face. She turned to him and grinned.
Chapter 5
Harry sighed heavily and began slowly walking down some stairs, hands in his pockets, and vaguely thinking about visiting Hagrid, when something caught his attention. He could hear some voices coming from a classroom nearby. As he drew nearer to the room he could just make out who they were although the voices were too muffled to hear what they were actually saying. The voices belonged to Malfoy and Cho. Harry sat down on the stone- flagged floor feeling faint all of a sudden. He leaned against the thick wall and sighed again. Why did life have to be so difficult? Why? He was sitting there in the middle of the quiet corridor for sometime, thinking things over in his head when something suddenly disrupted his thoughts. A scream. Someone was crying for help. And that someone was Cho. Harry scrambled up from his place on the floor and sprinted towards the door of the classroom. He ran at the door but it would not open. He quickly pulled out his wand. "Alohomora". The door sprang open and he dashed in to find Cho pinned against the opposite wall, and Malfoy - Malfoy was raising his fist for a fresh strike, his other hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries. Without stopping to think Harry raced towards Malfoy and grasped his fist when it was inches away from Cho's face. "What do you think you're doing?" demanded Harry, panting as he pulled Malfoy around to face him. "I was just teaching her a lesson for being unfaithful," replied Malfoy, his face contorted with fury. "Then let me teach you a lesson," said Harry quietly. "Never. NEVER hit a girl!" And as he shouted the last word his fist collided with the side of the Slytherin's face. Malfoy flew backwards and landed on the floor. Harry drew out his wand again and pointed it at Malfoy.
"Furnunculus!" yelled Harry. Malfoy rolled out of the way. "Densaugeo!" shouted Malfoy from the floor. The curse hit Harry and knocked him over. Angry red boils were springing up all over his face. Cho had slid down the wall and was now whimpering on the floor. Harry and Malfoy continued shooting various curses and hexes at each other, then - "Stupify!" The fighting stopped suddenly and the two boys fell to the floor with a dull thud. Cho was on her feet, shaking, with her wand in the air.
Harry opened his eyes and groaned. He was lying on his back and everything seemed to swirl around him. He blinked. The room gradually came into focus, and he realised he was in the Hospital Wing. He sat up with some difficulty and groped around for his glasses on the bedside table. He put them on and looked around. He saw Malfoy lying unconcious in a bed across from his own, and Cho was sitting in the bed next to him looking at him with concerned eyes. Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he noticed her gaze.
"Are you OK?" Harry said quietly. "Yes," she whispered and gave him a weak smile. Then, without warning she burst into tears. "Cho!" cried Harry in alarm. "Cho, cho. What's wrong?" Harry awkwardly climbed out of bed and hobbled over to sit next to Cho. He put a comforting arm around her and she started weeping into his chest. "Harry, thank you so much for saving me," she sobbed. "I was so scared, Harry. So scared". "It's OK, Cho. It's the least I could do. I couldn't just stand there and watch him hurt you". "It's because, because. It's because I... He thought I was paying you more attention than him," she stammered. "He always used to be so nice to me, Harry. Always. Even when I was going out with Cedric. I never understood why people kept saying he was horrible. I knew you didn't get on with him, but... I didn't know he could be so evil. I know now. He started hitting me and bullying me a couple of days ago. He never used his wand on me. Just hit me. Insulted me. Teased me... And all because of you..." "I'm sorry," said Harry. "What? Sorry for what?" said Cho lifting her head from his chest and looking up at him. "Everything. Malfoy's change of attitude. It was my fault". There was a short pause. "I didn't mean it like that. When I said it was all because of you. I wasn't blaming you for what happened". "But it was my fault," replied Harry miserably staring at the floor. "If you did anything, you made me realise that I was wrong. That he's a nasty piece of work. I don't know how he'll react but I'm splitting up with him". Harry smiled a little at this comment but it was soon whiped off his face as he remembered something. "Cedric," he said. "What?" "Cedric. That was my fault. If I hadn't told him to take the Cup with me, he wouldn't have been killed by Voldemort". Cho flinched and looked down at her feet. "It wasn't your fault, Harry," she murmured. She looked up at him. "You didn't mean for it to happen. It wasn't your fault". "I should have just taken the Cup when he told me to. I shouldn't have let him come with me". "Harry, you didn't know it was a Portkey. You had no idea. I'm not blaming you," said Cho gently. "You're not?" asked Harry slowly. He looked up from the floor. "No".
Harry could feel himself leaning towards Cho as if she were some kind of magnet. Before he knew what was happening he could feel Cho's soft lips against his as they shared their fist kiss. They pulled appart and looked into each other's eyes. They both blushed deeply. "I'm sorry," muttered Harry, tearing his eyes away from hers in embarrassment. He then felt Cho's hand on his face gently turning it to face hers. This time it was Cho who leaned in for their second kiss. Their arms slowly wrapped around each other as they continued their passionate kiss. Suddenly there was a loud bang behind them and they quickly pulled appart from each other and turned around.
Malfoy stood by his bed his wand raised. He had the coldest and meanest look on his face that neither of them had ever seen before. Before Harry could reach for his wand, a burst of light had shot at Malfoy from somewhere beside him, and he stared at Malfoy as he suddenly clutched his side and began laughing hysterically. He turned and look at Cho, stunned. Her face showed determination and triumph. Harry started giggling at the look on her face. She turned to him and grinned.